Okay, this is the first fic I've ever written, so please give it a chance before thinking it's an old idea. I know it has been tried before, but I couldn't find it completed anywhere. So I thought I'd give it a shot.

Also, I don't own Twilight or any of the characters.

Prologue:

Dear Diary,

Today is possibly the last time I shall ever write to you. Today, my golden-eyed friend will take me away from this hell and make me like him. Strong. Beautiful. Immortal. I do not know why he wants to; he seemed very worried; but I am grateful he does.

So, I shall take this last chance to tell you about a vision I had today. Unlike my other visions, which are blurry and indistinct; this was unusually clear and crisp. What's more, whereas the farthest my visions have shown me is a few days, this one without a doubt will take place after a long time.

The vision was simple. There were two people sitting across from each other; one boy and one girl, doing nothing but laughing their heads off. The girl was me, but I was different. I was paler and my eyes were golden, like my friend. I suppose that means the change will be successful. However, the boy was unequivocally human. He had messy, bronze hair and green eyes. One look and I knew that we would be best friends, like brother and sister.

I don't know when this vision will come to pass; a few decades or a few centuries, but pass it will.

My time is almost up. My friend will soon be here, pale as dawn and golden-eyed as usual. He said that I would never be able to return or be seen by my old family after the change. I don't mind. My mother is dead, my father wants me dead and my stepmother hardly cares. My only regret is that I cannot say goodbye to my sister, my Cynthia. I hope she does not forget me.

Until next time,

M.A.B.

Ch. 1- First Sight- EPOV

I looked out the windshield of my car at the buildings in front of me and sighed. It was still raining. Seriously, did it ever stop? Not that I didn't like the rain; I loved it. But there was a limit to everything and this was crossing it. At this rate, I was going to grow sick of it. This was why Phoenix was so much better. But no, my mom just had to decide to move in with her brother, back in her hometown, where she'd first met my dad, and my uncle was only too happy to oblige. So here I was, stuck in a little town in the middle of nowhere: Forks, Washington.

Well, moping in my car wasn't going to help. I parked my silver Volvo, my pride and joy, and began walking towards the administration office. On the way, my eyes raked the parking lot and saw that most of the cars were old, nothing flashy. The nicest cars were mine and a deep blue Audi R8. Really, who drove a sports car to school? Still, I couldn't help but gape at it for a full minute before entering the building.

There was a red-headed woman sitting at the desk, Mrs. Cope according to the nameplate. She cast an appraising eye over me. "Edward Masen?" I nodded and she handed me a sheet of paper, which I had to get signed by every teacher, and a map. "I hope you like Forks, Edward," she smiled. I didn't want to lie to her, so I just smiled in return. However, I knew it was going to take a lot of effort on my part to like this place.

English was my first class. I looked through the reading list and fought back a grimace; they were all classics: Shakespeare, Brontë, Faulkner. If that wasn't bad enough, everybody was staring at me and they weren't even trying to be discreet about it. Thankfully, I'd had plenty of practice avoiding stares back home, though they were mostly from girls, so I was able to ignore them. As soon as the bell rang, I began walking towards my next class.

In the hallway, a girl suddenly bumped into me and fell back on the ground. "Oh sorry! I didn't see you," she squeaked as I offered a hand to help her up. "No problem," I smiled at her. She was super short, but her wildly curly, black hair made up for it.

"You're Edward Masen, aren't you? I'm Jessica Stanley." She shook my already outstretched hand. "Why don't you sit with me and my friends at lunch?" Before I could respond, she gave me a wave and skipped off.

The rest of the day was the same. Nobody seemed to consider the fact that it was rude to stare and blatantly scrutinized me. Another boy, with blond hair gelled into stiff spikes and blue eyes, called Mike Newton, came up to talk to me. He was friends with Jessica, so I didn't have to make an excuse when he asked me to sit with him at lunch.

It was then, while I was being introduced to the crowd, that I first saw them.

They were a group of five, here girls and two boys. One guy was heavily muscled, as if he might be on steroids, with short black hair. The guy next to him was just as muscular, but leaner, with honey blond hair that reached his shoulders. The girls were complete opposites. The first one was shorter than Jessica, her spiky black hair sticking out in every direction. Instead of looking messy, it made her seem ethereal and fairy-like, like a dark-haired version of Tinker Bell. The second girl was a statuesque blonde, her hair going till her waist, waving gently in the middle. My first thought was to date her. She looked like the type of girl I usually dated and was easily the most beautiful of them all. At least, that's what I thought until my eyes fell upon the last girl. She had wavy, dark brown hair that fell just past her shoulders, pulled back by a hair band, delicate features, a petite body and a slender frame. The others were amazing to look at too, of course, but she was just… perfect. I found myself wishing I could see her eyes.

They were all different from each other, but it was the similarities that caught my eye. They weren't looking at each other, or anywhere else, not even gawking at me, the shiny new toy. And none of them seemed to move a muscle. They were all pale, very pale and had purplish circles shadowing their eyes. And yet, they were all so… beautiful. As I watched, the blond guy stood up and dumped his tray, before exiting the cafeteria. I looked on in awe as he moved with a tiger's grace, tensed and ready to spring.

"You're wasting your time," Mike said. I turned reluctantly to look at him. "Who are they?" I asked, ignoring his words. "The Cullens and Hales. Dr. and Mrs. Cullen's kids. All adopted."

I blinked in surprise. Mike continued, enjoying the chance to seem knowledgeable. "They came down to live here two years ago. They mostly keep to themselves, but the teachers really love them. They're the quintessential perfect students, except Jasper has a habit of acting up in History class. They're all pretty odd actually. The weirdest thing is they're all dating each other." The contempt in his voice was clear, but I could see why it wasn't technically wrong that adopted siblings were dating each other.

"Who's who?" I asked. "The blonde girl is Rosalie Hale. She's with Mr. Muscles, Emmet Cullen."

'Well, there goes the idea of dating her', I thought. I mi9ght have been a flirt, but I had my morals. I didn't cheat, and I didn't hook up with cheaters. Funnily enough, I wasn't as disappointed as I thought I should be.

Mike went on, using his fork to point. "The blond guy who looks like he's in pain, the one who just left, is Jasper Hale, Rosalie's twin. He's with Alice Cullen, the black haired pixie. She's a weird one." He paused to take a bit of his food.

"Who's the brunette?" I asked, unable to stop myself. He looked up at her, then smirked. "That's Isabella Hale, or Bella. She's Jasper and Rosalie's younger sister." "She's single?" I was still observing her, nut turned to Mike, who rolled his eyes at me.

"Yeah, but like I said before, you'd be wasting your time. Sure, she's hot, but she doesn't date. Apparently, none of the guys here are good enough for her." 'Aha', I thought. Was that bitterness in his voice? I bit my lip, trying not to smile, as I wondered when and how many times she'd rejected him. When I turned to look at her again, her cheeks appeared to be lifted, as if she were smiling too.

"We'll see how long she maintains that status," I mumbled. Mike scoffed. "Yeah, good luck".

All of a sudden, Isabella turned her head sharply in my direction and our eyes met, just before she turned away again. The contact had lasted only a split second but there had been some sort of unmet expectation in her eyes. But before I could work it out, all of them stood up to make their way to their classes. As they went, I again marveled at their quick, graceful lope. Even the giant Emmett looked like he belonged on a ramp walk.

"Edward, I think you've got Biology next. I've got that too; we'll go together", said Jessica. I didn't see any reason to refuse, so I followed her out, though Mike didn't seem too happy about it.

As we walked towards class, my thoughts drifted towards Isabella Hale. Mike had been adamant that she didn't date anyone. Maybe I could try my luck. As soon as the thought entered my mind, I banished it. There was a reason I only dated blondes, or occasionally redheads or black-haired girls. But brunettes? Never. No matter how beautiful they were.

Finally we entered the class. I had completely blocked out Jessica's words and continued to do so. As we walked in, I looked around and saw that every table seated two students, so they would be forced to be partners for the whole semester. There was only one seat available, next to a girl. As I approached the desk, I recognized the crown of dark hair. Isabella Hale.

I'm sure everyone can guess where the prologue came from. Please tell me in your reviews how you found it. Also, I'm just sixteen, so please don't be too harsh in your reviews, and give me your opinions and suggestions. Thanks.